Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag

Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag

Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag

Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag

Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag

Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag

Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag

Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag



What you want a whole bag or a half a bag?

I need cash, I need cheese, nigga I need all my racks

Running from the [?], silver block with them tags

Stink kush pack it smell like a trash can

Whip it on the stove then I cool it with the fan

And my left hand told me its in love with pots and pans

Addicted to the whole bag can't even serve a gram

And I'm doing it for my niggas who be locked up in the slam

Price tags in the bag, in the glass baths

Get my work from overseas, my work from Trinidad

Got bombs of the gas like I'm in Afghanistan

And I'm posted on an island, you can call me Gilligan

In the bando wrapping packs in Saran

Some of the bricks be white, some of them bricks be tan

Posted on the block with a whole f**king bag

12 pull up, everybody ran



Quarterbag, half a bag, I need the whole thing

I know niggas knock you out, call it Sugar Shane

Red and white, pull up in the Lamb, candy cane

Got damn, racks too heavy I need a cane

Two styrofoams filled up, I'm drinking Wayne

Foreign bad bitch in my crew, she came from Spain

On the phone catching [?] while I'm getting brain

Yeah he say he want that white, then the drama came

Make the work disappear, call it David Blaine

Walk around nina on my hip, John Wayne

Pull up in a dumb, Lebron James

10 chains on my neck, but I'm not a slave

Batman coupe, pull up in the Batcave

Old money on me so they call me OJs

Run away with the set like OJ

Shawty rolling off a b she need some OJ



Got the bag on my back like a soldier

Gucci bag and its a roller

And it filled up with the doja

Walk past you can smell a loud odor

Got lean in my cup no Foldgers

And I pulled up in a Rover

And I hit hoes like Sammie, no Sosa

No coca-inina, no teaser, take trips, no visa

I make a hurricane, no FEMA

.36 hold it up like a nina

And I pulled up in the beamer

Count Franklins like Aretha

And I got dough, Little Caesars

The block so hot, catch a fever

Already know I got bags filled to the top, no hash

Got beans, got lean, got gas

Niggas better come with that cash

Gucci bag came with the flag

Hell nah I can't front you no bag

Hell yeah I just f**ked my team